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I lie flat on my back on the bed, my erection jutting out from my lower belly. I have an urgent need to touch myself, but I dare not do it without Master's permission. Still... one quick stroke can't hurt, right? With this thought on my mind, I reach down and encircle my throbbing member with my hand and start jerking off slowly and gently.
"Bitch, did I tell you to masturbate?" Master's voice booms from the doorway and I drop my hand, afraid and ashamed. Too afraid and ashamed to answer. "I asked you a question, slut. Did I ask you to masturbate?"
"N-No, Master," I reply as he makes his way over to the bed. "But I was so horny..."
"You're a whore, you're always horny," He states. "That does not give you the right to touch yourself without my permission. You will be punished now."
"Y-Yes, Master," I whisper, afraid and yet aroused at the same time. Master retreats into the large cupboard in our bedroom and returns with our bag of 'fun gear' as he likes to call it.
"Come here, bitch," He says, beckoning me to him. I stand up but he shakes his head. "Crawl like the little slut you are."